Scotland has been left behind, but the wonderful memories linger on. The Richard Martin family could not have been more hospitable. The weather cooperated with only one serious rain which stopped after an hour. After a week in Edinburgh we journeyed to the cottage in the Highlands. The landscape was spectacular with rugged outcroppings of granite all over, sheep softening things here and there.
Connections were made with so many people. The Scottish people are warm and ready at any moment to party. At first the accent was difficult to understand, but soon I was talking like them--fast and with the stress on words so different from American English. I feel so blessed to have been part of everyday life.
The highlight in Edinburgh was Speech Day (graduation) commemorating leaving the 6th Form. I sort of took the place of the grannie. The next big event was a week at the cottage with mussels, prawns, lobster and salmon. How do I count the pounds? I am one lucky lady.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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